[She's tiptoeing now towards him, like a cat stalking its prey. Her pupils have even gone wide with intrigue as she moves in, closer, closer, closer...]
Sshh.
[She presses a finger to her lips...
...
.....
Before she's slipping his ear right into the lantern, trapping the firefly.]
no subject
Sshh.
[She presses a finger to her lips...
...
.....
Before she's slipping his ear right into the lantern, trapping the firefly.]